Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.